Raïssa: Poems

Raïssa Jul 15

BE AM-*****-OUS.

Learn how to say no.
Just because the “nice girl” always ends up with the “bad boy” in movies doesn’t mean you have to suffer just to be loved the right way.

If something doesn’t feel right, speak up.
Say no.

All those rules telling you to shrink yourself, to give up your peace just to seem like a “good person”?
Burn them.
Let them think you're a bad person as long as they learn to respect you for standing your ground.

Be that girl.
The one who does what she needs to do not what everyone wants her to do.

Tell them no.
Tell them you're busy.
Tell them you’ve got other things to focus on because you do.
Even if what you’ve got planned is a nap? Baby, that’s valid.
Cancel that date.
Miss that call if it’s gonna drain you.

Protect your peace like it’s sacred. Because it is.
Be bold.
Be clear.
Be AM-*****-OUS.

For the ones who almost stayed..

Raïssa Jul 15

For the ones who almost stayed..

They always have time
when they need a favor,
when you’re holding the key
to something they want.

They call you when they miss you
but do they even miss you?
Or do they just miss the feeling,
the comfort, the easy warmth
of someone who sees them
when the world turns cold.

When you need them
the line goes silent.
When they’re having a moment
your name rings loud,
as if you were the answer
to a question they barely understand.

They like mystery
until they miss the ordinary.
They like magic
but only the kind
they can hold without fear.

They like cute,
they like quiet
until they crave noise.
They like your chaos
until it spills over the edges
they swore they could handle.

They like you…
until you haunt them in their sleep.
Until your absence tastes heavier
than your presence ever did.

They never stay.
They never mean to.
They linger
just long enough
for you to hold a room
for their inconsistencies,
to make space in your chest
for their half-kept promises.

They like what they hear,
but when what they see
becomes too real
too honest,
too you
they flinch.

They like you when they see you,
forget you when they don’t.
And then they pop back up
I miss you.
I wish you were here.

But they were never real.
Because you
you were never theirs.

HER

Raïssa Aug 10

HER

She walks in like her name already knows the room.
Not loud, not desperate,
but steady
like she’s got oceans in her chest and learned how to swim in all of them.

See, she’s mastered the art of letting them be.
Your storm? Yours to weather.
Your silence? Yours to hold.
She’ll still greet the sun, still sweep her space clean,
still cook joy into her own plate.

She’s not in the business of dimming her light
just because someone forgot how to shine.
Not in the business of folding herself small
to fit into someone’s unmade plans.

Her kindness is a choice
and don’t get it twisted,
it’s not because she’s weak,
it’s because she knows her peace
is the most expensive thing she owns.

So she wears it.
Every day.
Like armor you can’t see,
like poetry you can’t break.

he was there, but not really

Raïssa Jul 16

he was there, but not really

i told myself
i don’t miss him.
i rehearsed it in the mirror
like a line in a play
that didn’t quite sound right.

i swore i stopped caring
about where he goes,
who he calls,
what he forgets.

but then he leaves
and somehow
my heart checks the time
as if it still runs on his schedule.

he made me feel things
i thought only lived in movies,
you know
when someone just gets you
without needing to say a word.
just hands,
just presence,
just him,
and my favorite song
three times in a row,
like he was trying to memorize me
in lyrics.

but what if it wasn’t that deep for him?
what if i made it all up
in my hope-shaped head?
what if he just said
everything i wanted to hear
because i was listening,
because i was soft,
because i made love easy?

he held me
like i was the last spark of warmth
in his cold, distracted world.
he looked at me
like maybe
just maybe
i was the thing he never knew he needed.

different.
chill.
warm.
safe.

but now he’s gone.
not all the way
just enough to hurt.

and i’m left
picking petals off memories,
asking
was it real?
was i?

I Don’t Look Like What I’ve Been Through

Raïssa 14h

I Don’t Look Like What I’ve Been Through

I Don’t Look Like What I’ve Been Through,
I don’t look like the storms I survived,
I don’t look like the battles no one saw,
or the whispers of doubt I swallowed whole.

I am taller than my fears,
brighter than my scars,
and softer than the pain that tried to shape me.

I don’t look like what I’ve been through
because I’ve transformed it,
turned it into wings, into light, into laughter,
and into a heart that keeps dreaming
even when the world feels heavy.

Let Them Be

Raïssa Aug 10

Let Them Be

I will not shrink to match the shadows of another’s mood.
I will not hand over the keys to my joy.

Let them be silent,
let them be distant,
let them be lost in storms I cannot calm.

I will still open my hands to the sun,
still tend to the space I call home,
still do the things that make my spirit rise.

Because the only heart I can command
is the one beating in my own chest
and I choose for it to beat in peace.

Love, Unfiltered

Raïssa Aug 11

Love, Unfiltered

They asked me what love was, how my generation sees it, feels it, lives it.
And honestly? I’m just out here observing, listening, watching people trip over expectations,
Expecting their partners to see them, really see them, without judgment,
But then turning around and expecting those same people to think exactly like them.
Like, can I love you without agreeing with you?
Can I hold space for your truth, even when it’s not mine?
But nah, we try to fix each other, mold each other into the versions we dreamed up in our heads,
And when the mold cracks, we say,
“That wasn’t love.”

But I wonder, what if love wasn’t supposed to be a project?
What if the first person who ever loved didn’t come with a checklist?
Didn’t try to download their expectations into someone else’s heart?

Picture this:
Before words like love even existed,
Before poems and movies and Instagram captions and stories,
Two people just surviving, walking side by side in a wild, uncharted world.

They notice the little things, the warmth of a smile,
The quiet sound of breathing in the dark,
The way hands fit without needing to squeeze.

No changing, no editing, no trying to upgrade
Just two souls choosing to stay alive together.
No filters, no proofs, no “are you still worth it?” tests,
Just presence.

Fast forward to now
Love’s turned into a construction site,
BluePrints in one hand, expectations in the other.
We come in thinking we can build the perfect partner,
Then call it quits when the walls don’t stand tall enough.

Original love? It was raw survival.
Our love? A brand we polish and test and weigh.
We crave safe love, but forget how to be the safe place.
We want to be seen, but forget to truly see the other.

So here’s my truth
Love isn’t about changing you or agreeing with you.
It’s about holding space when the world gets loud.
It’s about choosing you as you are,
Not as I want you to be.

Maybe if we strip away all the noise,
All the expectations passed down like heirlooms,
We’d find love again, the messy, imperfect, beautiful kind
The kind that just is.

SUMMER PLANS

Raïssa Jul 29

SUMMER PLANS

summer is hereeee
and i’m 19,
in a world that expects me to have it all figured out before 21
career lined up,
relationship stable,
collecting degrees and dreams like trophies.

the wind blows my hair behind me
and in my head, voices whisper:
“rest. dream. restart.”
i want to be different.
to do it differently.
to try again.

and sometimes,
i love it here
the sun, the wind,
the green turning slowly brown,
sunsets that make me pause,
ice cream dates and unexpected hugs,
the way a random touch can soften the day,
crushes that come with 1 a.m. questions,
being young.

but then
there’s the chase for perfection:
perfect grades, perfect skin,
perfect body, perfect boyfriend, perfect friend.
and suddenly i stop and wonder:
who am i doing this for?
me?
or people who don’t even care
who judge me for five minutes
then move on to the next?

i love people.
but people stress the hell out of me.

so here i am,
trying to adapt,
holding on to the uncertain,
even when nothing guarantees it’ll go right.
still, i wanna try.
i wanna believe it’ll be okay.
that one day, i’ll make it
and look back like
“yeah, that mess? it made sense.”

but until then
let’s laugh when we can,
hug people a little longer,
tell them we care.
let’s enjoy the last month of summer.
exercise. dress up.
pray. read.
live.

'cause life won’t ever be fully figured out.
and maybe that’s the point.

"The Fear of Good Things"

Raïssa Jul 22

"The Fear of Good Things"

It’s wild,
how fear doesn’t just live in pain
sometimes it shows up
right when everything feels okay.

A soft hand reaches out,
a kind word finds you mid-breakdown,
someone sees the parts of you
that others called too much
and says, “you’re still worthy.”

And you freeze.

Because peace feels unfamiliar
when survival was the default.

You start plotting escapes from love
that feels safe,
pulling away from people
who meet your chaos with calm,
second-guessing growth
just because it feels different.

You want to apply,
present,
pray,
connect,
but you’re scared
not of failure,
but of what if it works out?

What if they say yes?
What if you're actually seen,
chosen,
celebrated?

What if healing changes you
in ways you can't control?

You hold back from community
that doesn’t mirror your culture
because you know
they might stretch you,
challenge you,
push you to become someone
you’re still learning to believe in.

But still…
you want it.

So maybe today,
you don’t run.
You don’t ruin it.
You don’t shrink.

Maybe today,
you breathe,
you stay,
you try.

Because maybe the fear
is just proof
you’re stepping into
something true.

The World Moves On

Raïssa Jul 15

The World Moves On

There is power in not getting offended easily.
When people can’t decode your emotions,
they can’t manipulate them.
When their strength, beauty, or brilliance
doesn’t shake your sense of self
they lose their grip on your peace.

You become untouchable.

When you stop playing victim,
when you let life knock you down but not break you
You cry.
You feel it.
You deal with it.
And then you get up and try again.
You restart, if necessary.
You rebuild.

Because when you know you’ve done your part
when you’ve shown up,
loved right,
been kind,
treated people how you would want to be treated
and they still broke your heart?
That’s not on you.

They weren’t meant to stay.
And if they were,
they’ll come back when they’re ready
if they’re ever ready.

But in the meantime:
Get up.
Put your life together.
Because life and time don’t pause
for anyone to piece themselves back together.

The world. Moves. On.

So should you.

They never liked you

Raïssa Jul 25

They never liked you

They liked the way you made them feel.
The comfort you gave.
The attention they didn’t have to ask for.
The validation you poured out like water
Even when you were running dry.

They never liked you.
You were a placeholder.
A stand-in for someone they thought was coming.
You gave everything
light, softness, safety
without demanding anything in return.

You held their heart like it was your own wound,
even if you weren’t the one who broke it.
You became their peace
when they never once asked how your storm was doing.

They touched you without giving you a name.
Held you without asking about your past.
They didn’t bother to learn you
because you were too easy to read,
and they were too distracted to notice the highlights.

You were the name echoing in their mind
when everything else started crashing.
The voice they didn’t know they craved
until it went silent.

But they lost you.
Not because you were hard to keep,
but because they never tried.

And truth is,
you were never really theirs
because they never held you long enough
to even realize you were worth missing.

Untitled

Raïssa Jul 18

Untitled

Dear Mister Man,

Today was a good day.
The kind that slips in quiet,
like a breeze through half-open windows,
like laughter I didn’t expect but needed.
Nothing too loud
just life, humming gently beneath my skin.

I walked with the sun on my face
and your voice in the back of my mind
not saying much,
just… being there.
You do that.
You are that.
A calm corner in a noisy world.

And while the sky didn’t do anything special,
and the world kept spinning the same,
somehow
I felt like I could breathe deeper.
I thought you should know.

Today was a good day.
And a part of that was you.

Yours softly,
~s

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